Dad is attempting to put up the tree. Mom is wrapping presents and gave me the evil eye when I walked over there (apparently I'll eat later)
We didn't die from all the snow coming down and Spritey the dog was quite happy to dig her face in a snowbank last night, and I had to wipe her nose off because she was covered in the stuff. Whisper was a little more mature and made me put my boots and coat on last night because I thought she'd tangled the chain. Turns out she was fine and just didn't want to come inside.
Tonight we go to church and then we go to Uncle Eugene's (my father's mother's brother, so great uncle, but he's always been Uncle Eugene) and we eat fish balls! They're this little fried fish things and they are absolutely divine. I eat piles of them like chocolate.
If I could learn how to make them we would never have to attend this party again. I only get them once a year and today's the day! Joy! It's really what Christmas is all about-fish balls tonight, torture from the relations tonight and tomorrow!
One week, three days. Waiting is really, really annoying...can't I just go already?
Cheers,
Bec
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